To be honest, Y/N couldn’t even remember what had started the argument. All she knew was that it had spiraled out of control at an alarming speed. She sat on the sofa, sniffling with her head in her hands, feeling lower than low.
Y/N and Steve had arguments, not often, but they did have them. Though, it scared Y/N that this had been their worst yet. Hurtful things were said on both sides, and blinded by anger, she told Steve to get out.
And he did. He left. And he took Scooter with him.